[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Deeper%20Than%20The%20Sands:%20Chapter%20One&name=prinp___.ttf&size=30&style_color=f7976a[/img][hr][@rivaan] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 4th, 1924 - 11:35 p.m. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center]

	"You are most welcome," Aton said to Mosi before following his aunt. Akhmed was glad to help Josephine out of the car, waiting for her to exchange the usual pleasantries before following Nora and guiding Josephine into the sitting room and finding a seat for her. One of which was large enough for him to sit next to her. He looked like a proud peacock and Vera looked a bit confused before turning her attention to Nora and following in kind. 

	Vera took a seat near Nora and glanced around. [color=f7976a]What are you sketching if you do not mind me asking,"[/color] Vera said to Nora. She sat there, fiddling with her hands a bit as she waited for an answer. She felt a bit out of place and it reminded her of many an event she had to attend in London during the season. Being among many she had nothing in common with. Peter was one of the few back then she could ever speak to about things. Thankfully Nora was on the scholarly side as well and she felt more comfortable speaking to her than the rest. It wasn't that she had anything against them, she just either didn't know them or they were just so very different in her eyes. Perhaps Mahendra wasn't but he was a male and those lines never went well when crossed. 

	Akhmed could have really cared less about the conversations going on with the others as his eyes were on Josephine. "Are you looking into any new roles to play?" he asked her, wanting to know more about her life than those that were dead. 

	Neema came in a short time later, pushing a cart with several pots of tea and coffee on them as well as some finger foods to hold people over while the rest of the meal was being prepared. "Will be a bit but this should tied you over," she said before making an exit and going back out of the room. Aton was in the kitchen it seemed and being forced to help his aunt make the meal. To Neema it was only fair considering he had bought some people there for a meal as well. She had been expecting him, not several others on top of it. Not that minded, she would feed anyone her nephew bought over but still he had to help. It was only right in her book. 

	Vera glanced down at her watch and noted the time. It hadn't been too terribly long since they arrived and the drive was short to get there. It was understandable she hadn't heard from Reginald as of yet but she still worried. Peter ad George should have been back hours ago, where they were and what could be going on worried her. She kept telling herself not to worry because if Peter had already survived so much, there would be no reason for something else bad to happen. It was just highly improbable.